I'm sorry to hear he's got that effect, that must be really difficult to put up with
One of Tim's brothers came up with the phrase "No ugly words" to use as a response to their dad in the moment, when his dad says something inappropriate, and it seems to cut it off pretty well. The problem is that (1) his short-term memory doesn't retain anything new, so he won't remember "no ugly words," and (2) the cognitive deterioration isn't reversible, so his filter is *gone.* So it's just a Sisyphean task of telling him, in the moment, "no ugly words," and then the moment eventually repeats.
But it doesn't matter how much I tell myself that it's because of his dementia, it's really rough to hear him saying that kind of stuff. If I walk away from it, I feel like I'm unjustly rejecting him, but I also will not subject myself to his gross commentary.
It's a really, really sad part of dementia, seeing the personality/behavior changes that are happening as the cognitive deterioration gets worse.
It happened to my grandfather, who was the mildest, most dad-jokey person. I was only exposed to it a couple of times, thank god.
Yeah, that's brutal. Staff would have to be used to it, though.
Yeah, that's brutal. Staff would have to be used to it, though.
Definitely at his assisted living facility. I don't know about the rehab center, though.
In better news I have scheduled my COVID booster! None of the injection clinics are in the same county as me, boo, but I found an early December opening that's only one bridge and some highway away
We have reached the point of "everyone please try to log in but for god's sake don't do anything if you do get in" which I am finding hilarious. I might be a little loopy.
I've been having problems with my computer on our network - first there was an issue that I couldn't have an actual PHONE because the phone needs to be connected to the network so either I connect the computer or the phone to the network. Fixed that. A few days later, I couldn't connect and it turned out that the network cable was bad, so I had to replace it (much easier when there's no one else working in the office ... just took it from an unused desk). THEN, a few days later, I couldn't get on the network and went looking for yet another cable, but gave up because the unused ones were tangled and almost locked in place. Sent a text message from my phone to the woman who manages the network, only to discover that the entire network was down.
Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.
Timelies all!
That sounds rough, Steph.
The latest with my folks is that my mom is still in the rehab place, as she has not made much progress with her mobility. My dad is trying to figure out the options. Right now he’s looking at an assisted living facility in CT. They would both live there for a little while, at least until they think my mom can make the trip to FL and they find an assisted living facility down there. My poor dad is super stressed out about the situation.
I'm sorry, Sheryl. That is really difficult. I hope they find a good facility.
Yeah, that's brutal. Staff would have to be used to it, though.
Absolutely, but giving them a heads up would be appropriate too. Staff at rehab facilities are a special kind of awesome.
We now come to the part of the evening where I play "Is that a bit of onion in my jar of pasta sauce, or fungus?"
Oh well, mushrooms are good on pasta. shrugs shoulders
